"If all our troubles were hung on a line,
you would take yours and I would take mine."That is not entirely true. There are some troubles that I would love to take from someone else...like Travis.
At his 9 month check-up, his weight had dropped from the 30th percentile to the 2nd. The doctor was pretty concerned so he put Travis on a higher calorie diet. The "poor" kid has to have a spoonful of butter mixed in with every meal and some Carnation Instant Breakfast mixed in with one of his bottles...making his formula into a chocolate shake. Now why can't I have that problem??? I would love to hear my doctor say "Stacey, you need to gain some weight! Eat as much buttery foods as you can...oh, and have a chocolate shake every night before you go to bed." Lucky guy!
After a month of being on this high calorie diet, Travis has gained a few pounds...Yay! But the poor thing has to stay on this "diet" until he turns 1. Oh Travis, will you please hang your troubles up on a line so that I can take them from you? This is purely an unselfish desire on my part to ease the "suffering" of my little butter ball.